One of the things I did to put myself through college was floor maintenance, buffing the same damned narrow quarter-mile of hallway six nights a week. I also electroplated circuit boards and stocked shelves. I’ve had lots of other crazy jobs, too. I drove fork-lifts and loaders for a bulk mailing outfit. (I may have also called your home, trying to sell you replacement windows and siding, but I try not to talk about that very much.)
Oy. Don’t get me started. I guess everyone who’s old enough to be facing retirement has tales to tell of their many exploits in the employment realm.
I made up this Zen riddle while I was still just a floor buffer:
Q: Why can’t the floor buffer guy be on vacation when he’s only half-way down the hall?
A: Yes, he can.